Chapter 1764 An Unexpected Encounter

Although Barr and Baudouin were friends of Marishero and were invited by Marishero, Droma and the two of them had also met and talked at several gatherings. It could be said that they were acquaintances. Today the two When people arrive in China, they must formally accompany Marisciello to a dinner for two people. This is etiquette.

So thinking of this, Dorama simply picked up the phone and called Marisiero.

"I feel a little unwell, so please tell Mr. Barr and Mr. Baudoin that I'm sorry for me. I won't be able to come to the dinner tonight." Droma opened his mouth.

"Uncomfortable? That's really embarrassing. In fact, I haven't had a good rest due to jet lag, which made my stomach very uncomfortable today. It has become even more uncomfortable since lunch. My condition is really bad. It is too rude to receive Barr and Baudoin like this. "Doloma didn't wait for the words she wanted. Marisiero, who answered the phone, spoke weakly.

Dorama on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then said, "I am the same, I must also have a headache caused by jet lag."

"What can we do?" Marishello was a little worried, but then he said: "Otherwise, let Jeremiah be the leader of tonight's dinner."

"Of course, this is the person you invited. You can make your own decision." Droma said without objecting.

"After all, Jeremi is also friends with Baal and Boshe'an." Droma added at last.

"That's it. Then I'll call Jeremiah." Marishiello responded and then hung up the phone.

Doroma looked at his cell phone and said to himself: "It shouldn't be a problem with Jeremi here."

Marisiero on the other side was holding his cell phone and murmuring to himself: "The highest level of cooking is art, and Jeremiah is a great painter, so he should have a common language, not to mention they know each other."

With this thought in mind, Marishello dialed Jeremiah's phone number without hesitation.

Jeremiah answered the call very quickly, and said in a very pleasant tone: "Hi, my old buddy, what's the matter with?"

"Yes, something happened." Marishiello said directly without mincing words.

"Okay, tell me what's going on?" Jeremiah asked.

"That's right, do you remember my friends Barr and Boshean?" Marishello asked.

"Of course, we had a good chat at the party last time." Jeremiah said directly without any warning.

"That's great. You should know that they are in Rongcheng today." Marisiero said.

"Yes, I'm still very sorry that I couldn't see him right away." Jeremiah shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, tonight is the welcome banquet for the two of them, you can just be in charge of the reception." Marisiero said directly.

"Hey, I'm afraid this is not good, aren't there you and Droma?" Jeremiah immediately refused.

"It's really unfortunate. Due to the abdominal pain caused by jet lag, I won't be able to attend the dinner party tonight." Marisiero said in a weaker tone.

"This is really a pity, but don't we still need Droma to be here? Let him come, we are not familiar with missing." Jeremiah said naturally.

"It's a pity that Doloma is suffering from a headache and can't get up, so it's difficult for him to attend this dinner party." Marishiello said, spreading his hands.

"Oh, this is really a pity. You should pay attention to your health. I really want to chat with you two, but I can't participate. Today I finally found Wu Ben and made an appointment to discuss my favorite painting together in the evening. The issue of creative inspiration is really inextricable." Jeremiah's tone was full of regret and entanglement.

"Well, this is indeed unavoidable." Marishello knew that Jeremiah admired Wu Hai, so he nodded understandably to express his understanding.

"Although I can't come, there is another person who is very suitable for the dinner position. Isn't Bayer also there?" Jeremiah said.

"Hey, this is really a good idea. You need to ask Droma about this." Marisiero said happily as he left.

"Yes, see you tomorrow." Jeremiah hung up the phone on his own initiative.

As soon as Jeremiah hung up the phone, Marisiero's call came to Doloma's cell phone again.

Looking at the caller ID, Doloma didn't want to answer it, but after a moment of hesitation, he stopped putting on clothes, picked up the phone and said, "Marisiero, what's wrong?"

"It's like this. Jeremiah made an appointment with the painter he admired, Mr. Wu, for a creative discussion in the evening, and he was unable to attend tonight's dinner." Marrichello said directly.

"That's really a shame." Droma frowned and thought about what to do.

While thinking about it, Doloma slowly put on the clothes for going out without giving up. Yes, Doloma did not want to give up the idea of ​​going to Yuanzhou's shop to eat steak.

"I think we can let Baier lead this dinner. After all, he wants to be able to take charge of himself long ago." Marrichello stated his purpose.

"This idea is very creative. Bayer should indeed communicate with the master and learn from Barr and Baudouin." Droma nodded immediately.

"Then I would like to ask you to inform Droma of Baie," Marisiero said.

"Okay." Dorama responded simply, and then hung up the phone.

After leaving the matter to Droma, Marishello breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "This is perfect."

After relaxing, Marisiero did not go to rest, but also wore clothes for going out, looking like he was about to go out.

"I noticed a lot of foreigners eating at Yaun last time, so I shouldn't be too conspicuous if I go there again today." Marisiero was not confident about his identity, so he quickly put on his clothes with this thought. Clothes, go out carefully.

On the other side, Droma had completely put on his sleeves before calling Bayer.

Although Baier felt a little nervous and had a bad premonition about the call from his teacher Droma, he still found an extremely quiet place to answer the call.

When he heard that he was asked to go back to host tonight's dinner, Baier looked at Yuanzhou's shop opposite and felt a hundred unwillingness in his heart, but he still responded respectfully: "Okay teacher, are you okay? I need you. No need to go to the hospital.”

"You don't have to go to the hospital and just rest in the hotel. That's it. Treat Baal and Bo She'an well." After the instructions, Dorama hung up the phone.

Baier looked at the sign of Yuanzhou's store again and again with nostalgia, and then walked back cautiously. The teacher was sick, and Mr. Marisiero was sick, so there was really nothing he could do.

"Why is it such a coincidence?" Baier sighed heavily.

Yes, when I received the call from Doloma, Baier had already arrived at Taoxi Road and at the entrance of Yuanzhou's store, waiting for dinner time to start queuing up.

But now I obviously can’t eat it.

On the other hand, Jeremi, who had agreed to make an appointment with Wu Hai to discuss creative inspiration, also arrived at Taoxi Road. Because the Painting God's Cabin is closest to Yuanzhou's store, Jeremi was the first to arrive.

The second person to arrive was Marisiero, who said he had a stomachache. Coincidentally, he had just arrived at Taoxi Road and had not seen Yuan Zhou’s store before he saw Jérémie. Before he could react, Jérémie was just in time. I turned around and saw him.

The two old men, who were almost 150 years old in total, had a fatalistic feeling in vain, but this feeling became even stronger when they saw Droma coming out of the thorn.

Yes, two of them said they were sick and one said they had an appointment. They met unexpectedly before the dinner queue time on Taoxi Road, 20 meters away from Yuanzhou's shop.

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